Tzich huffed, he peered up at the moon and ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth. "You don't want to hunt," he began, and he grinned. "Or you don't want to be what you are? Or maybe you don't want to have existed at all. Or you don't want to think about it, because you've had a long day and you're high on painkillers and who's to say what you're really understanding right now."

She had to know by now that he wasn't simply going to turn her loose, just forget it because she said so, because she was the devil's daughter. She stood for everything that he had ever wanted, everything he thought he could never have again. She had to know that [i]goodbye[/i] was not an option. He would continue to breathe this air, feel the sunlight and look up at the moon -- to stand above the smoke and sulfur and black blood flames -- if he had to sacrifice everything and everyone to keep it. Surely she knew.

His eyes were human again, and so were his teeth, when he looked at her. "So I won't press you tonight. You're not in a sound mind to be making decisions. Just look at me, and tell me if I'm lying when I tell you that if you refuse, you won't have to wait til you die to see hell. It'll be me, it'll be some other demon or the devil himself, but there'll always be someone turning every decision against you. Everything and everyone you ever loved will be torn apart, and you will be broken down piece by piece until you accept your fate, because this [i]is[/i] fate, and fate can't be changed."

He remained still, with his back to the pillar and his hands folded behind him. "I'm not threatening you. I'm warning you. Lucifer has a plan, and you can't turn your back. Go home, and think about it."